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Sleepless in She'attle
I get no sleep, and I blame my “partner” for it. We share a cramped full size bed which also happens to be back-pain-inducing shot. Even sleeping on it alone (an extremely rare event) wakes me up...
Out the cradle
This song in the dark, alone with the window fans and spring leaves: I have to hand it to these ladies. Or maybe the seasonal accents. Really takes me back to a place of mind nearly forgotten. D...
In My Life
A working list of the people and places therein that are dead and gone. Holy Childhood School. Large 3 story brick schoolhouse from the turn of the century. Razed to the ground. I remember atten...
The Sphere
Isn’t it interesting how binary everything becomes? Black and white, good and evil, love and hate. Everything conceptualized by humans becomes dichotomous. Or is it the way of the universe entire...
The year is 1994.
I’m sharing a king size bed with my best friend Tyler at his house at the end of Main. The bed fills the room. A large dresser at the foot of it has a small box TV with a Sega Genesis plugged int...
Fever
Is there anything more exquisitely masochistic than spring fever? Can’t be described. Went two-tracking this afternoon on account of the bright cold sun, and noticed the first of the baby green g...
This Magic Moment
You know that moment just after you’ve knocked over a glass of something, before you can physically react, when you just have to watch it fall and commence flooding of the immediate area? There’s...
Fool's Spring
Felt like I had so much to say until I sat down to say it. For some reason my mind has been lingering on my pre adolescent years as of late, a period of time I’ve never been prone to dwelling on...
The Orange
“I swear to God, my own personal hell would be having to watch you peel oranges forever.” “I peel oranges the same way anyone else does.” “No. It’s a whole thing with you. I can’t explain it.” “T...
Existentialist Nightmare
Last night I dreamt I accepted a mission into outer space for reasons unknown in the near future. The mission was simple- rocket into space, away from earth, and just stay the course until findin...
And Little Lambs Eat Ivy
I am not doing particularly well this dark and frigid evening. It’s hard to speculate as to why. The volume of possibilities are too numerous. The general feeling is one of joyless despair, of be...
February dreams of summer
War With Nature
The state is about to milk my small business of 10 grand to help replenish its covid depleted coffers, which is mildly annoying, but at least we were fortunate enough to remain open (and, indeed,...
Our Web of Atomized Worlds
My niece, who is two, is very into blanket forts right now. She’s a very somber child, but if you put her in one she just sits in there by herself and grins. Her cozy little tent is always her fa...
Our Partisan Shit-Show
The fuck happened to us? Mommy and Daddy used to fight fairly often, but at least back then they understood their dependency on one another; understood that they turned one another on, that they ...
Oh Heavenly Day
It was bitterly bright and gloriously cold today. My fingers stiffened into brittle twigs in the dawn’s light on my front porch and not even the hot coffee between them could avail. I marked the...
Sky Valley
Been thinking about the desert lately, and the trip there. The place in which I live is like a small valley, tucked away and hidden from the world like a green gem in a potted plant. The rolling...
Cold Sterile World
I really can’t express often enough just how disappointed I am with the general direction the world has decided to to go. It’s so strange to remember living when Boomers were still the primary ma...
Fading Memories
At some point yesterday, a million years ago, 20 years ago, I climbed out of a 1986 Mercury Sable (with a bench seat), and ascended the back porch stairs to my summer job at a cafe. The place sme...
Old Work Journal
Found this old work journal of mine back when I worked maintenance for state housing. Lots of interesting characters there, I miss that job from time to time. THURSDAY, JULY 30TH 2015 Went to Hoo...
The Boughs of Summer
Roasted over the asphalt oven The boughs of summer hang low Heavy with green Set to cool by the blue of the moon And the clarity of the stars
Insomnia
Back in the day, if I only got two or three hours of sleep at night my subsequent day was wrecked- tainted by twisted thoughts and an overall greasy feeling; like a range cook top after too-long ...
Pot Handle
Last night I had a dream I went two-tracking with Joe Biden. We found a bench in the middle of the woods and got out to sit down a while. At first it was fine, but then he started getting handsy ...
Sleep
It’s been weeks since I’ve gotten a satisfying amount. Not sure if it’s the humidity, the midnight ice cream, or the absence of any degree of peace- mind, body, soul- meta and micro. A month afte...
Way of the peaceful Road Warrior
We all have a distinct driving style. Can’t help but assume, based on how routine and repetitive it is, that most of the effort in navigating traffic occurs subconsciously. Stands to reason that ...
